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I haven't been posting for a while. Here's a little update of what's been going on lately.

Last weekend, we had a little farewell party for our friend Chelsea, who's leaving MC for a better place. The party carried on till after midnight and we were just lying around singing songs from the 90-s. I, being all domesticated, cleaned the house till 2:3o in the morning.

Work was so-so. Went down to Bangkok and went to shopping places I've never been before!

Saturday was full of drama.

I was at the Women Ministry's convention, had to bang the piano. They didn't have a piano anyway, it was just a big keyboard. I went up to the piano to play when the choir was called. So as I was preparing to play, this Indonesian lady and her other girlfriends asked me how many songs we were going to sing. I told her that we had four. She was shocked, and asked... why do you have so many song? I told her, "Oh, we were given 10 minutes for songs, that's why." She retorted, "No, No... you only can sing one" I cut her and said, "Are you the organizer?" She snorted, "Yes!"

I was whatever-ing her in my head and proceeded to play the piano. As I was playing, she was making comments with her head, and all the gal pals were just looking at each other and shaking their heads (I eyed them constantly as I played). After every song she kept bugging me, "That's it! Finish!"

So that pulled the plug, after I was done, I went up to her and said something like this, "Excuse me miss, I think it's very unprofessional of you to say things like that while I'm playing... bla bla bla... I forgot what I said because it was just like puke coming out after seeing old ladies whose ego was big as their hair-dos... I basically told her off, asking her to see the director if she had any problems, and that we were given the 10-minute slot to sing.

Nothing against Indonesians, but this particular lady was a total irritator.

That afternoon... I stayed in the room and sulked in my room, then went to the pool to swim... alone... The pool was at the same level of the elavated expressway which was a few meters away from the hotel :P

I think the night made up for my terrible morning... was going around in MBK and I bumped into this model... he was going down the escalator and I was going up..FOR REAL!!! here is his picture


his name is Daro...eh no..Patrick Ribbsaeter, a Swed+Thai guy.

Had a shopping spree with my Dad at Giordano... will be going again this afternoon with my mom. Yeah, I still go shopping with my mom, how gay can that be? ahhhhahahahahahahaha

I got to paint Joshua's new house when I was visiting him in KL and got to go to the KL Tower!!!

Here are some pictures:

Was stuck in this traffic for two hours.

Bumper to bumper...I would never want to stay here. I am just exaggerating actually. Some of the major roads were blocked because of some demonstration going on.

My hand and the wall I painted

Joshua

The view from my room... the view of the road down below and my lean stomach ahhahhahahah

KL Tower with joshua and suang

Party party

Comments

Anonymous said…
Just commenting something 'bout the Indonesian ladies part. Man, as far as I'm concerned, regardless of who they may be, Indonesian ladies are nothing but bitches! When they get to talking, there's absolutely no way to get them to stop. When they get to the use of flaming words, gosh! It's an even tougher call to actually get them to just look the other way!! Well, not really, but it's just to show how much of a bitch they really are.
11:12 PM
daronloo said…
You must have had terrible encounters with Indonesian ladies... but I don't think all Indonesian ladies are biatches... :) there are many good indo souls out there
4:14 PM
Dael said…
i have to say, despite your lamenting, the highlight of your entire post was the male model.

yummy.

i'm glad you told her off. i would not have been as brave as you were, even if that was the right thing to do. you tell her, das. just 'cause her hair is bigger than yours don't make her the bigger bitch.

love you das :)
12:59 PM
Chervie Ku said…
haha.. daron.. i can imagine u marahing that indon lady man!.. hahaha.. it's so like u lahh!!.. hahaha... man.. i miss hangging out with u all lahh.. i saw ur picture at home partying.. jelous lahhh.. ish ish ishhhh..:( :(
9:07 PM
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